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Check In chapter 11

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Genre: ??? idk drama? angst? not sure yet lol

Synopsis: Seungcheol and his best friend Wonwoo have been running a small drug dealing business for the past two years, along with Wonwoo’s boyfriend Mingyu on the books and new recruit Hansol to manage the second hand shop they use as a cover story.

This Chapter: Hansol goes along as Wonwoo and Seungcheol visit their home town. Also I think I’m nearing the end of this fic which is !! so great bc I’m very good at Not Finishing things lol but it’s probably got a few more chapters then it’ll be over

Warnings: death ment

Author’s Note: based on the MV for Check In which I edited into a kind of trailer for this fic and u can watch it here.

Check In: chapter one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / read on ao3

The ride from The Shop to Seungcheol and Wonwoo’s home town was long and awkward as Hansol tried his best not to fall asleep leaning on Seungcheol’s shoulder. Three hours into the six hour drive, Hansol settled for putting his feet up in Seungcheol’s lap and leaning his head against the car door.

It had been a last minute decision to go back with Mikyung, but Hansol thought it would be good for Seungcheol to see his parents and visit Hanbin.

“I’ll miss you if I go,” Seungcheol insisted. They were in Hansol’s dorm bed, both wearing only their boxers and socks.

Hansol shrugged as well as he could with his head resting on Seungcheol’s chest. “I’ll go with you.”

He could feel Seungcheol’s laughter through his skin. “You don’t want to.”

Hansol lifted his head, placing a hand on Seungcheol’s chest. His hand always returned to that warm, comforting spot.

“Yes I do. You’re my boyfriend and I want to support you.”

Seungcheol smiled hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Seungcheol kissed him softly. “Of course I am.”

As Hansol thought about actually meeting Seungcheol’s parents his stomach turned over. It was one thing talking about it, but completely another to see them face to face. He thought about texting Mingyu, but didn’t want to rub it in that he was going with them. Plus, he wasn’t altogether sure he could keep his eyes open long enough to wait for a reply.

Hansol woke up to Seungcheol shaking his shoulder.

“Hope you’re hungry, Ma made mac and cheese.”

The sun was at a place in the sky that everything was golden. Seungcheol was leaning over the backseat, smiling down at Hansol. A bit of his fringe fell forwards into a ray of light and in that moment Hansol felt he had never been more pansexual in his entire life.

Before he had the chance to pull Seungcheol down to kiss him, Hansol caught sight of a woman who looked to be in her sixties behind him. She smiled and waved at him as Seungcheol got out of the car and stretched, his shirt lifting up and away from the waistband of his jeans.

Hansol pushed himself upright and unbuckled his seatbelt, crawling across the backseat before realising he could have gotten out of the door he had been sleeping against. Seungcheol seemed to notice this as well, because he stifled a laugh before gesturing to the woman.

“Hansol, this is my mum, Sunmi. Ma, this is Hansol.”

Sunmi shook Hansol’s hand with both of hers. “It’s so nice to meet you, how did you manage on the trip?”

“Nice to meet you too. I slept through most of the car ride I think.”

“Ah that’s good, makes things go a lot faster.”

As Hansol went to reply, Mikyung appeared seemingly out of thin air and got into the car. Hansol turned around to see where she had come from and saw Wonwoo coming out of the front door of a two-story farm house. Hansol thanked Mikyung for the ride as Seungcheol walked around the car to hug Wonwoo. Sunmi told him his bags were already inside and Hansol walked around to say goodbye to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo surprised him by pulling him into a hug, lightly ruffling the back of his head.

“Thank you.”

Hansol wasn’t entirely sure what he was being thanked for, but he told Wonwoo it was no problem and they parted. Mikyung drove up the driveway as soon as Wonwoo was in the car.

Hansol rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands, trying to get rid of his grogginess. When he opened his eyes again, Sunmi had moved to stand next to him.

“You seem tired, let’s get you inside.” She then turned to Seungcheol. “Your father will be in later; we’ll just get started without him.”

Hansol followed behind them into the large house and into the kitchen. Sunmi insisted that they both sit down and not worry about helping as she served them both, chattering away about things Seungcheol had missed out on around the town.

Seungcheol’s father – Dabin – came in from whatever he was doing outside and gave Seungcheol a hug that threatened to break his bones. He, too, looked to be in his sixties, and he smiled widely as he shook Hansol’s hand. He put a large hand on Sunmi’s shoulder and said he’d get his own dinner; she should rest her feet.

The four of them sat around the small wooden table tucked in the corner of the kitchen. The conversation lasted far longer than the food, as Hansol was asked about his family and his major and how he met Seungcheol. It was only when Sunmi caught him falling asleep with his head in his hand that she let them escape the conversation.

“Oh look at the poor thing, you’re exhausted!” Sunmi stood and picked up his plate. “Seungcheol, show him to your room, I set up a bed in there for him.”

Hansol scrambled to make up for his bad manners. “Let me help you with the dishes.”

Sunmi slapped his hand away from the leftover mac and cheese. “Don’t be silly, you need to sleep. Go on, the spare mattress is waiting for you upstairs.”

Hansol thanked her for dinner and followed Seungcheol upstairs and down the hall to his room. Seungcheol pointed out the living room and the bathroom on their way, but there were so many doors and Hansol was so tired that he forgot the information as soon as he heard it.

Seungcheol’s room was bigger than his own at his parents. It had faded posters of sports teams along one wall, one corner full of ribbons and certificates, and a cork board with photos of himself with Wonwoo and someone Hansol assumed was Hanbin pinned to it. In another corner was a single sized loft bed, like a smaller version of the one above The Shop. This one, however, had a desk underneath it with an ancient old computer screen collecting dust on top of it. The floorboards were bare and unpolished with a faded red carpet in the middle of the room. Alongside the loft bed was a mattress loaded with blankets and pillows.

“You love loft beds, don’t you?”

Seungcheol laughed as Hansol threw himself onto the mattress. “It used to be a bunk bed but Pops and I remodelled it when I was fifteen.”

“Were you always in the top bunk?”

“Yep.”

“Do you think it’s because you secretly want to be taller?”

Seungcheol fell down onto the mattress and started lightly hitting Hansol’s chest. “Shut up it’s not that.”

Hansol tried not to laugh too hard. “Then why do you like being up so high?”

Seungcheol started laughing as well, wrapping his arms around Hansol and sighing. “I like to feel tall.”

“Told you.”

“Shut up.”

If it had been Hansol’s dorm bed or Seungcheol’s loft bed at The Shop, they would have kissed, and Hansol could feel a kiss about to happen. But Seungcheol pulled away and unwound his arms from around Hansol’s shoulders. He got up off the mattress and cleared his throat.

“Door’s open.”

Hansol shrugged, getting up off the mattress and walking over to shut the door. Before Seungcheol could protest, he moved to stand in front of the corkboard, looking at the photos and their curling corners.

Seungcheol stood next to him as Hansol looked at a photo with Seungcheol, Wonwoo and the other boy sat on a hay bale. Hansol pointed at the boy.

“Is this Hanbin?”

“Yeah. That was his thirteenth birthday.”

The three of them had the same shaggy hair cut that was typical of the year, (2007 if Hansol had his maths right), and Hanbin has his arms around Seungcheol and Wonwoo’s shoulders. Hanbin was shorter than Seungcheol and skinnier than Wonwoo, with a smile that made Hansol mourn a boy he’d never met.

“Are there any more recent photos?”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol pointed to a photo a little higher up. It was the three of them in a school uniform with their graduation medals.

Their hair was better and Hanbin had grown taller but his smile was still the same. Hansol took a moment to look at all the other photos, and Hanbin was smiling in all of them; the same wide, happy smile. Hansol turned to Seungcheol.

“How are you feeling?”

Seungcheol was looking at the photos, eyes brimming. Hansol cupped his cheek with his hand and turned his face to look at him.

“Are you okay?”

Seungcheol swallowed wetly. “Tired.”

“So am I. We can look at photos tomorrow.”

Seungcheol nodded, leaning into his touch as Hansol swiped his cheek with his thumb. With a glance to check the door was closed, Hansol pressed their lips together for just a moment before pulling back and going to find his pyjamas.

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